..slap me. Twice.
So, I decide it's fuel filter time on the black Corrado. Past time, really--it started cutting off riding down the street. Filter on these cars fits in a ring with two little hooks, and there's a 5mm hex bolt run though a hole in the open end to mate with a 10mm nut. Here's a tiny pic of the one from the Passat (eBay won't let me hotlink the big one, it seems).
The hooks act as hangers off of the main mounting bracket (sound like a German car yet?). The way this is supposed to work is that you remove the lines, remove two 17mm nuts holding the bracket to the car, and then release the tension on the bolt through the ring bracket to remove the filter.
So, up on the stands we go (filter's underneath the pan, in front of the RR wheel). First, the hose clamps were encrusted with rust. 1/4th a can of PB Blaster later, the rear clamp gives. But not the front. I end up getting the wiring cutters out, digging in the slowly growing hole with the screwdriver, and just keep cutting the little screw housing until I can wiggle the screw out with the needle-nosed pliers. Okay, lines free.
Next, the 17mm nuts holding the bracket to the body. Toast. Absolutely fused to the bracket. Break out the 3/4" drive stuff, give it a twist. Creaks & groans like Granpa trying to get up at dawn, but no dice. Pull a little harder, and one of the jackstands creaks. Evacuate, reset both jackstands.
I discover that I can get to the 5mm hex and the 10mm bolt holding the "ring" to the larger bracket, so let's try that! Only 5mm hex I have is a hex key. If I put the short end in the bolt, there's not enough room to get my hand around it. So, the long end goes in the bolt, and I get an old closed-end wrench on the short end so I can apply enough torque to keep the thing from spinning. Nothing will budge. Another 1/4 can of Blaster later, I can finally get the thing to move. Finally the "hooks" fall out of the holes, and the thing is free.
The filter won't come out of the ring. Another 1/4 can of Blaster (and Serious Screwdriver Violence Pt.2!!), and three hours into what's supposed to be a half-hour job, it's out. Turns out the filter was rusted to the ring.
Now then, how to get it back in? I can't keep the ring's hooks in the slots of the larger bracket without squeezing the ring. And if I'm squeezing the ring, I don't have a hand to keep the hex bolt from turning (I tried cleaning up the theads with the wire brush, but no dice-still need a wrench) when I tighten the bolt. Ended up taking the new filter back out of the ring, and tightening the thing until it hung pretty loosely from the bracket. Fortunately, the filter still fits. In it goes, new clamps for the hoses, and done. Four stinking hours for a berkeleying fuel filter.
Moral of the story: Y'all who live in the land of Ice & Salt, I would wish to express my most profound respect. I've read stories of you folks doing this kind of work in unheated garages and unpaved driveways in winter. Hardcore stuff, I admire you.
But if one of you ever offers to sell me another car from up there, I'm going to insult your genetics, and slowly saunter away in a fog of hatred.
Sorry about the length, folks..I just needed to vent, and this is the first place I thought of when I wanted to talk about working on cars.